Here Mowl.. funniest thing I ever saw was the caper that FG and FF pulled when the IMF/Troika office closed in Dublin and Rehn and co left to go home. FFG were placing stuff in the papers like 'The Troika are gone', with the implied subtext that the debt had also disappeared with them.
It's so fucking easy to pull the wool over Paddy's eyes.
In fact - I'm convinced he prefers things that way: the less he knows what's going on, the less he has to worry about.
It was fantastic to see the general mutterage of 'well that's that over with'. I can't believe at times what FFG get away with in Ireland but then I doubt they can believe it either. It was even on the political forums- 'The Troika are gone' as if all that inconvenience had disappeared.
I think Ireland's still an infant nation.
She isn't even smart enough to follow an example she stands some chance of imitating. She looks to Washington, Frankfurt, Brussels, even Westminster, but definitely NOT Finland: a country with whom she shares so many things. Of course the one thing that isn't shared is Ireland's sneaky, corrupt, triple-faced bullshit way of treating her citizens like sheep. Which they seem to relate quite positively to.
I quit attending the St Patrick's Day jolly at the ambassadorial residence because it was always so disgusting and embarrassing to see gang-loads of Paddy's drink their weight in free Guinness and then burst into song, all the while assembling around each other like they were about to create a scrum. The token clowns they send up to Finland for the free bash usually join in.
I'll avoid it this year too, unless they directly invite me by name.
Of course, by now they're well aware of my dual passports.
To them I'm some kind of traitor.
By the way the average Joe in Ireland is still paying the USC which was the emergency tax brought in in the crisis of 2007-2009, still paying the Quinn Levy, still haven't realised that pretty much the largest bill for abuse redress is coming out of their tax, and don't appear to have copped on as yet that the Mica blocks scandal is another 'bail-in' while the people who profited from the sale of Mica filled building blocks for years sneak away into the shadows.
Val 'Valhamic' Martin simply adores Quinn. Always harping on about what a great fella he is. Jobs for the boys, the occasional grushie, the hotel and the pub, his culchie mentality tinged with that good old fashioned loathing of urban folk, and a pair of wellingtons on with his suit pants tucked neatly inside.
It's been two whole years by now since Val dropped his vice grips into his own gob while under the tractor fixing a leak. He took out his two front teeth, both of which he saved under his pillow - likely expecting Sean Quinn to arrive like Santa Claus in the dead of night to take the two yellow teeth away and leave a coupon for one hundred litres of free diesel in their place.
Remember the way Ian Paisley had that strange whistling thing when he spoke?
Val has that now, a direct result of him knocking his own front teeth out.
It's hard not to laugh: for all his heavy-handed and blustering attitude, he's sounds even more like a clown than he ever did.
What a bunch of stupid c*nts in fairness.
And the reason for my dual nationality.
Oh well. At least thee and me are paying none of it
I got out in 1998, but I kept my business going officially until 2007 when I de-listed it, from that point forward I had no registration in Ireland but still flew back and forth because I was paid in cash. I handed in what looked like the original invoice type I did before, but it wasn't a registered company anymore.
I'm fucked if I'm paying even a dime into Ireland's black hole economy.
I'm from Ballyfermot, taxes are for the stupid people, not I.
The ballsy people, the people who get up early in the morning.
I'd imagine that fat fuck Brendan O'Connor ('
Who's in the house? Jesus in the house') is getting paid even more now that Tubridy's been cast out.
Mad the way Paddy barely remembers the name Dee Forbes?
What's she sick with anyway?
The truth?
To be honest I don't blame FFG for fleecing the f*ck out of such a docile and bovine and well trained herd. What a tax-farm...
Fooling Paddy is very easy. He's like the two pints man in the pub when Enda Kenny strode in to buy a round for the party members. With Paddy's tax euro. To get what you want out of Paddy, all you need do is wave around a pint of Guinness in your left hand while picking his pockets with the right. Paddy's too focused on whether you're going to spill that precious Guinness that he's oblivious to everything else. Captivated, his pockets turned out and his shoes gone missing.
One of the most surprising things about how the curtains were reefed down on that whole Fianna Fail v Fine Gael (we're different parties you know) fiasco of Paddy finally clocking that he was being played was that he simply accepted that too. Oh, says he, but sure at least we have the vote.
These days I listen to the Six/One News mostly for the laughs.
It's funnier than any Irish comedians currently treading the boards.
And someone has to pay for it.
But so long as there's enough left after paying down all the taxes for Paddy to buy a few pints, he's grand.
Twas always thus.
Twill always be so.
